07: Goldfish — Tachibana Makoto
Your present with him healed the pain of yesterday.
The sound of your sweet laugh filled his ears.
"I finally got one—no, wait, two! I got two goldfish!" You giggled childishly, and you pumped your fist in triumph. No summer festival was complete without goldfish scooping. It was in simple moments like these that you found joy.
And simple moments like these were the ones he loved sharing with you.
Makoto watched you giddily enjoying the moment with an amused twinkle in his olive-greens. You knew you weren't the prettiest out there, but in your flaws he found perfection. Right now, he thought you looked absolutely stunning in your yukata: colorful fireworks against the navy blue fabric. The splashes of color made the fabric come to life, more so with every move you made. Your hair was in an updo, albeit messy. The look suited you nonetheless.
You made your way back to him, an extra bounce in your step. He noticed that you had two bags in hand, with one goldfish in each. He felt a slight pang in his stomach as that memory abruptly replayed in his head, although it left as fast as it came.
"I know, I know," you said, noticing the slightest change in his facial expression. "But please, I want to us to raise goldfish together! To remember this summer. The first one I had with you. Not with you, but with with you. You and me. Please? For me?" You made a silly gesture, at which he let out a hearty laugh. A smile formed on his lips, and you could tell it was genuine this time.
Old wounds left scars, but every moment with you made them fade, too.
I guess it wouldn't hurt. I think I'm finally over it now. He took one of the bags before taking your hand in his.
"For you."
A/N:
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